The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2402 Satan

A broad, savage grin spread across the face of the Royal Blutlinie while he kept swinging his bone sword, unleashing huge waves of ice that swept over the ocean's surface and wrecked vast portions of it. Kameron was his name, belonging to the Royal Family in the Kalous Kingdom.

His position carried immense weight by itself. Paired with his Alpha-Omega Overgod cultivation base, Kameron enjoyed a lofty position inside the kingdom. Sadly, over half a dozen fellow Royal Blutlinie outranked him in strength and authority. Without some kind of miracle, ascending to the kingdom's summit remained out of reach for him.

This exact reason had filled him with such eagerness upon discovering the shifts around the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

It stood out not just as a special spot, infused with potent Omens at its core, but also now harbored a will ripe for capture and domination.

"If I can take control of this place," Kameron mused, his heart racing with ambition, "my power and standing within the kingdom will rise immensely. I might even become the next Crown Prince."

Excitement and longing flared in Kameron's gaze as he pressed on with his sword strikes. His aim stayed straightforward—to injure the being mastering the Ocean of the Blood Sun so severely that surrender was inevitable, turning it into his servant.

But right when visions of glory started to flourish in Kameron's thoughts, a piercing crack resounded over the expansive sea of blood.

"Is that an... egg?"

Kameron's eyes bulged before the idea could settle. An enormous beast burst forth from the Ocean of the Blood Sun, streaking upward like a fiery comet. Within a mere instant, it climbed to the loftiest

heights of the heavens. Its colossal frame eclipsed the sunlight while it stared down at the Royal Blutlinie's assembled troops with raw, unrelenting murderous aura.

The creature's form echoed a dragon's, clad in crimson scales and borne by four shadowy, bat-shaped wings. Horns jutted from its eye sockets in place of eyes, and a radiant star hovered over its head, shining like dawn's first light.

Though the Blutlinie Race dominated as Paradise's mightiest and sole sentient species, perched atop the predator hierarchy, the beasts dwelling in Paradise wielded horrifying might. Certain ones could swallow Alpha-Omega Overgods in a single gulp.

This dragon undoubtedly ranked among those terrors.

Tremors gripped the Prima Deities under the beast's aura. The Arch-Deities didn't hold up much stronger, their faces drained and rigid. Kameron wore a grave look too, but his eyes betrayed no dread or doubt. He trusted his ability to face off against such a foe.

Or so he assumed—until the following moment. The Power of Chaos and The Flow swept through the Ocean of the Blood Sun, linking the ocean's vast energy and life force straight to the gigantic dragon overhead. Its shape ballooned with might, its aura turning even more suffocating. "Satan, kill them all!"

Those words boomed over the Ocean of the Blood Sun. The huge dragon bellowed in fury and slaughterous intent, parting its jaws to spew a storm of fireballs. The heavens filled entirely as the orbs plummeted onto the Blutlinie forces.

In retaliation, Kameron bellowed, brandishing his bone sword to summon a rush of icy power against the onslaught. He blocked plenty of the fireballs, encasing them in frost mid-flight until they crumbled. Even so, a few broke past the barrier and slammed into the ranks underneath,

smashing into countless Blutlinie and hurling their burning bodies down into the bloody waters.

"Damn it!"

Fury exploded from Kameron in a roar. Losing troops on this unauthorized venture was a risk he couldn't bear, not with the whole Kalous Kingdom locked in conflict. But he had no moment to lament the casualties.

Like a meteor from the stars, Satan plunged earthward, aiming right for the Royal Blutlinie.

"Hmph!"

A scornful huff escaped Kameron in anger as he darted ahead, confronting the dragon directly. He lifted his sword to counter the incoming talon. Though built like a human, a Royal Blutlinie's raw might matched Primordials'. The talon and blade met with a thunderous blast of flame and frost that engulfed the air.

The clashing forces spiraled into wild instability, hurling both Satan and Kameron away in opposing paths. Still, neither yielded ground. Moments later, they charged back together, smashing once again and unleashing yet another wave of tremendous

detonations.

Their clash raged with savage intensity.

But other battles raged on too.

The remaining Blutlinie troops kept battling the blood-formed limbs and lances rising from the Ocean of the Blood Sun. With Kameron no longer holding back the bulk of them, the crimson shapes started claiming victims. Blutlinie fighters got pulled under the waves, doomed to vanish forever. Teeth gritted, Kameron watched his army get cut down. Even worse, he struggled in his own fight.

His Ancestor Eye let him counter the ferocity of Satan's inferno. Yet the dragon's stamina and life force outstripped his. Each impact forced Kameron back, inch by inch.

"If this continues, it could become dangerous," he grasped.

Irritation and wrath flickered in Kameron's eyes before he let out a harsh breath. Power surged from his Ancestor Eye as he lashed out with his bone sword, sending a crushing surge of ice that briefly locked Satan in icy bonds.

"Return to the kingdom!"

The Royal Blutlinie bellowed the order while he sped away from

the Ocean of the Blood Sun.

But as the shoreline loomed close, his eyes flew wide. A fierce warning of looming peril hit him as he spotted thirty-one blood arrows hurtling his way at blinding velocity.

"A trap!"

Kameron grasped at once that the assault's force and pace were anything but normal. The force ruling the Ocean of the Blood Sun had lain in wait for precisely this chance.